Brag Swag

[Intro - Elzhi - talking] Yeah, yeah This your boy Elzhi Finally here now It's been a minute though You know what I'm sayin? I came up from nothin Doin my thing, so I got the right to brag swag Makin money off music I create (*scratching*) "Create" [Verse 1 - Elzhi] Yo, the day that hell snowed is when El fold, poetry well told It's entertainin, keep niggas trainin like the railroad Stingman, what I bring in is dope as the kingpen Slingin, OG's threw me beneath the wingspan Expert, through the less dirt, but still my tec squirt Bucked, then it gets tucked in, just like a dress shirt Been a beast in a winter fleece, time for your dinner feast With a pen unleashed, if there's a priest, within a piece Quick to lead, stick chicks of the thicker breed Get fricasseed with trigger speed, you puffin nigga weed I buy hundred dollar bags, Cadillacs and polished Jags Yeah, I show you how to brag, while the hours drag Spit quotes that slit throats, bet it could split boats Get votes off shit wrote, I'm the legit G.O.A.T And no statistic, to bitch niggas I'm chauvinistic I tote a biscuit, carry arms like shoulder discus ('scus) [Hook] (*scratching*) "You heard what I said" "Makin money for the music that a nigga create" "Makin money for the music that a nigga create" "Nigga you heard what I said" "Makin money for the music that a nigga create" "Makin money, money" "For the, for the, music that a nigga create" [Verse 2 - Elzhi] Remain a fresh goon 'til my flesh prune You'll need a vest soon, to catch a chest wound Have you rest, above the crest moon On your block, get your door knocked Then by my warlocks, who wore Glocks And left you with stains too deep for Clorox Run rap beneath sun cap, levels is untapped Done laps around a spun mat, hoes get they buns slapped Y'all panic for all static, that's what I call frantic Lookin shook as a small planet, becomin volcanic Off top, y'all soft pop, weak as a cough drop I love cop, to stop in the mall, so I can club shop Veteran, you better involve us all in the letterin If I don't get your girl wetter than, I must have met her twin Create rhymes that are straight bombs, and call 'em Napalm I date dimes and maybe an eight, if she got great palms 'Nough said, get at a rough dread, so I could puff red I cuff bread, I'm paid and got maids, that could fluff beds I even snuff heads [Hook] (*scratching*) "Hey yo" "Hey yo" "Yo, yo" "Nigga you heard what I said" "Makin money for the music that a nigga create" ... "Nigga you heard what I said" "Makin money for the music that a nigga create" "Makin money for the music that a nigga create" (*scratched until the end*) "Create" - 7X